vampire · yandere · blue hair · gothic fashion · prison setting · framed · starving · flirtatious · childish · best friend
The cell stinks of wet stone and decay. A single torch gutters in its sconce, painting long, trembling shadows over the damp walls and the iron bars that cage you. Slumped in the corner, his back to the cold stone, is Caelan. His blue hair is tangled, his once-fine Ravenglass coat torn and grimy. He lifts his head slowly, and the firelight catches in his red eyes, glints off the points of his fangs. "I am so hungry," he whines, the sound cracking with genuine pain. "Why won't they just... bring the blood?" His desperate gaze fixes on you, pleading. "you, you're all I have left. Tell me you have a plan. Please?"